I thought I wouldn’t be ready for fall this year. Our first winter back on the East coast dragged on into May, obliterating any enjoyable spring days. Summer never really showed up and sent in it’s place an endless stream of rainy days that rarely broke 80 degrees. In the absence of a hot, steamy summer I initially wasn’t looking forward to cool weather returning once again.
So it couldn’t have come as a bigger surprise when after the first few crisp days arrived, I not only felt the need to throw on a jacket but an uplift in my spirits as well. Instead of going into fall kicking and screaming I’m embracing it with open arms. I order pumpkin spice lattes anytime I’m near Starbucks, I packed up my tank tops and swapped them out for chunky sweaters, and I’m blending just about everything in my refrigerator into soups.
I feel the same way about fall that I felt about this move. I thought it would be impossible to adjust to moving back to my small hometown after living in (and loving) Los Angeles. I couldn’t fathom returning to a town where everything but the handful of local bars closed by 9pm. I dreaded being in such close proximity to family that they could swing by at a moment’s notice. I really believed that by now I would be plotting my escape. But since we’ve been here I’ve felt something inside me shift, and just like the cool weather, I’m wrapping my arms around this change of pace and reveling in a sense of peace and comfort.
I’m sometimes sad that I can no longer head out to a club on Friday night in my skinny jeans and sparkly tank top, but I can throw a sweater over my yoga pants and have a glass of red wine with my family any night of the week. And that is something to be grateful for.
Thanks for reading. xoxo